Will I seduce him?

Will I seduce him?

The sun is shining. All morning, my mind has been on a peculiar quiver that starts in my head and ends in the heat between my legs.

It’s the beginning of summer, and I love wearing dresses that both conceal and cling to my curves. The fine fabric of my dress subtly gives way to the hardened points of my nipples, peeking out. I’m a little ashamed of how prominent they are, but sometimes, with a smirk, I watch the men around me as they casually let their gaze linger on my chest, a tell-tale bulge tightening beneath their belts. It’s still a bit chilly in the morning, so I have to put on stockings. Today, for the first time in a long while, I’m wearing my favorites with the lace tops that end just two inches below the curve of my ass. Thigh-highs. Underneath, a beautiful pair of champagne-colored lace panties. The lace traces the line of my ass perfectly. I apply lipstick to match the color of my dress and dash off to work. On the way, I think to myself that today, I’m going to seduce him. Yes. Today.

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Everything at work is proceeding as it should. But the insistent thought creeps into my mind, more persistent by the minute. I’m going to seduce him!!!

And it’s not just in my head. I feel like my lace panties are starting to burn. I pace back and forth, and the more I walk, the more my thighs rub together, stoking the fire. I know what I have to do. I’m taking them off. So, I go to my desk; my colleague is sitting about fifteen feet away from me. I have to be discreet. It’s harder than I thought, and I blush like a true blonde. But the deed is finally done, and I feel a sense of victory. My colleague didn’t notice a thing, but my pussy suddenly feels a cool breeze from the open window. I spread my thighs a little wider; it feels so good. I crumple the panties in my palm and stuff them into the pocket of my work coat, which is slung over the back of my chair.

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The phone rings, pulling me out of my daydream.

I have to put on my work coat immediately and head down to the production lines. My eyes light up. I imagine the sweaty, muscular men who will flinch when I walk past them in a cloud of delicate perfume, which I quickly spritz on myself in the office. I imagine their cocks swelling, straining against the seams of their work overalls. It’s terrible, being this horny. I feel like I wouldn’t need much convincing to let any one of their cocks plunge into my fragrant, wet depths.

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But no. I tell myself, “Get a grip, girl! Work!” I walk down the stairs and enter the production hall. The clatter of machinery, the scent of synthetic oils, the harsh light—they bring me back to reality, and I start thinking in numbers and algorithms. I continue towards the next staircase. And that’s when it hits me: I took off those beautiful lace panties back in the office. I’m only wearing a dress, thigh-highs, and my coat. With my panties in my pocket. The stairs I have to climb, however, are made of steel grating, and what a surprise, right below them is the workstation with the largest number of men in our factory. It’s a challenge. Not just for me. The noise of the machinery seems to quiet down as I step onto the first stair and start to climb. It’s only two floors. But it’s a giant leap for mankind. I can feel the burning, curious gazes with every step I take. They can all see my pink pussy, parting slightly with each movement. About halfway up the stairs, I’m blushing all the way to my bare ass. From the halfway point on, I start to enjoy it. I glance down, under the staircase, and I see their eyes. I smile. If only you boys knew…

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Of course, they don’t know why I came to work today. I came with the intention of seducing him. The hairy blond who works above the steel-grate stairs. And he just summoned me for a brief collaboration. I’ve conquered the hellish stairs and made it to the top. He was on the phone, and he looked at me with an amused expression and said, “Yeah, she’s here now.” I’m a little confused, but my eyes are burning with little flames. His seem to be, too. He finishes the call and looks at me searchingly. He devours me with his eyes, starting with mine, moving to my lips, my neck. I see him notice my nipples, starkly outlined through my dress and unbuttoned coat, and in that moment, I can’t help but watch him back. It looks like a thick vein is pulsing in his neck. I lower my gaze, and though I’m a little ashamed of my brazen inspection, I end up below his belt. I can see that he’s likely very well-endowed, this hairy man. I return my gaze to his face. He, completely unabashed, continues his journey down from my nipples. You know where… He’s looking to see if he can spot the line of my panties on my stomach, or not. I can read his mind. It seems… We are about ten steps apart, so we both have a very good angle for observation. We smile at each other and say hello. Casually. I walk closer to him. I don’t know why, but it’s terribly hot in his office. I ask if he minds if I take off my coat. He replies… that he wouldn’t mind if I continued taking things off… I blush, and we both laugh. But our eyes tell each other that he meant every word. We return to the reality of work, and I approach him to look over the production documents. He spreads them on the table; they’re written in such tiny print that I have to lean a little lower. Bend over the table. He casually goes to get another document from the drawers behind me. I smell his manly, intoxicating scent, enhanced by a spicy deodorant, and I can clearly feel the blood rushing to my labia, making me wet. He “accidentally” brushes against me. It’s like an electric shock. I tremble.

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When he returns with the documents, he stays behind me a little longer than necessary. He presses against me gently from behind and whispers, “I know you’re not wearing any panties, Petra! The line foreman called me. You deserve a spanking on that bare ass for causing a major workplace safety and morale problem for us under the stairs!” He says it sternly, with undertones of teasing in his voice. He places the documents next to me, freeing both his hands, and squeezes my nipples. “God in heaven, please, let him fuck my insatiable, wet cunt right here and now.” I have goosebumps everywhere, and frantic butterflies are fluttering in my lower belly. He plays with my nipples for a moment and then moves his large hands down my back to my ass. I feel something very urgently begin to press against my thighs. Good heavens, my thighs do the math, calculating the inches of his cock pressed against me through his clothes, and I estimate it’s a good thing my pussy is already very wet, because friction with a tool like that might not be survivable otherwise. He lifts my dress to my waist, and now he can see my white ass and swollen, pinkish-red labia perfectly. I’m still bent over the desk. He traces the line from my navel to my clit with his fingertips and continues down to my now truly wet slit. He slides his fingers between my swollen lips and gasps in surprise. He probably didn’t expect this much wetness. He pulls his fingers out and turns me to face him. He gently but firmly slips his wet fingers between my lips and wants me to lick them. I’m ashamed, and at the same time, I’m tasting my own juices from his fingers. He kisses me, and we’re both breathing heavily. Our tongues play the age-old game of life, copulating for us. It lasts a moment… then he pulls my dress off my shoulders and pushes it down to my stomach. My hardened nipples jut out at him provocatively, and he can’t resist; he starts to suck and lick them.

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I can’t take it anymore and reach for the bulge that is very clearly protruding from his pants. With one quick movement, I free his hard manhood. Meanwhile, he sits me on the table and spreads my legs to the width of his hips. I have a respectable tool aimed at my insatiable slit. He bends down and licks my entire cunt with his hot tongue. The sensation is so intense that I can’t hold back a loud moan. He looks at me, stands up, and guides his prominent head directly between my intensely engorged labia. He grabs my ass from below and slowly thrusts his cock into my depths. It’s maddening. We know we could be interrupted at any moment, so we should hurry. But we savor that first, slow penetration. When I feel like I’m filled to the brim, he stops, and his cock pulses inside me. I’m going crazy. Every muscle in my pussy squeezes his veiny penis. He asks me if he should continue. We can both see that we simply must continue to release the tension that builds with every pause. He pulls out almost completely and then suddenly slams back in. It’s beautiful and terrible at the same time. It tears and burns my insides. A few more thrusts like that and I’m going to show him what squirting really means. I almost want to warn him, but he gives me no chance and keeps thrusting. At one point, I start to tremble and I squirt all over his hard cock. I assume my juices are running down his balls and thighs, pooling in his left and right shoes. This drives him even wilder, and he increases the intensity. I feel that he, too, is reaching a critical point. He whispers, asking if he can cum in my mouth. I nod in agreement, excited to taste him. He wants me to kneel before him, which I gladly do, and I take him into my mouth. The pulsing of his cock intensifies, and the entire contents of his large balls shoot onto my tongue. It’s very, very, very tasty, I must admit.

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We didn’t get much done today regarding the work documentation, but we certainly went deep. I stand up next to him with the remnants of his sweet sperm in my mouth. We kiss, and I straighten my bunched-up dress. He gives my well-fucked cunt one last caress and zips up his pants. My mission for the day: accomplished. I SEDUCED HIM. The journey down the steel-grate stairs awaits me, and I’m very curious if the boys below will notice that the color of my bare pussy is distinctly brighter, and my face is flushed pink.